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Known as the Land of Abundance, Hanzhong has been a land of prosperity since ancient times. However, after several wars and looting in the past year, the local people are already in dire straits, and the autumn harvest has been seriously affected.Now that winter is about to begin, the noble merchants can say that the food reserves of the common people have long been confiscated by the army. Whether they can survive the winter is a problem. It is said that many people have gone to the suburbs to dig wild vegetable roots to stock up.

It took Ling Xun less than a month to conquer Hanzhong. The local officials seemed to be quite afraid of facing the mage. When they heard that the new master was a formation mage, they were all silent. Before Ling Xun could speak, they They have stood respectfully in a row at the gate of the city, presenting household registration books and financial and tax accounts with both hands.

From the soldiers to the soldiers of Qingping Mountain, all entered the city in filial piety. The air was filled with a solemn and heavy atmosphere, which attracted the people in the city to hide in their homes one after another, and only opened the windows to look out secretly.

Except for the footsteps of soldiers entering the city and the sound of horseshoes, nothing else could be heard on the street, as quiet as a dead city.However, Ling Xun's heart was even more deadly than the street, and a thought kept circling in his mind - he was already the Lord of Hanzhong, and this was bought by Zhong Lishan with his life.

"Hanzhong City, the people suffer, the wolves go, the tigers and leopards come."

Children's singing suddenly came out from nowhere, breaking the dignified atmosphere.

Ling Xun finally came back to his senses, and followed the voice, but saw two Hanzhong soldiers grabbing a child who was only four or five years old. The local Hanzhong officials beside him said in fear, "My lord, the ballads spoken by this child are ten thousand years old." It was circulated a few years ago that jackals refer to the invasion of the corrupt wolf country ten years ago, and tigers and leopards refer to the patrol eunuchs sent by Qin Chao to various places."

When eunuchs were in power more than ten years ago, there was a period when the imperial court sent patrol eunuchs to perform the duties of assassins.

Ling Xun didn't care if what the official said was the truth, or if it was just an excuse not to offend him, he just reined in his horse and said, "Let's let that child go, whether it's a jackal or a tiger or leopard, let's go and see."

The Hanzhong officials didn't understand what Ling Xun meant by his words, whether he was angry or not, but since he ordered the boy who sang the ballad to be released, no one else dared to say more.The child's mother had been waiting beside her for a long time, almost fainted from fright, seeing Ling Xun's words to let him go, she hurriedly hugged the child, kowtowed and confessed, and hid in her room.

After Ling Xun was stationed in Hanzhong, he exempted all the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes set up by the former state herdsman during his reign, and even took the initiative to transport grain from Qingping Mountain, and donated according to the head of the household registration book.And Mu Jiu also brought some formation masters to use formation techniques to repair the dilapidated houses and farming facilities, so that those affected by the war would not have a fixed place to live.

After these two measures were carried out, the people of Hanzhong finally breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that the legendary bandit soldiers who killed people without blinking an eye were not necessarily so bad. A good face is even more advantageous. When I left Hanzhong City half a month later, not only were the streets full of people, but from time to time some people knelt and kowtowed in the street, cooked food at home, and sent it to Ling Xun in a basket. The cardamom girl blushed when she saw Ling Xun, and watched with affection all the way. It can be said to be in stark contrast to the scene when she entered the city.

More and more people saw Ling Xun, and began to whisper, thinking that the head of Qingping Mountain was not like a bandit, and even felt that he was full of dignity, like a young general.

For some reason, the rumor spread more and more widely, and in the end, it seemed that everyone acquiesced in the title of "Major General".

Ling Xun stayed in Hanzhong for more than half a month, and then returned to Qingping Mountain to burn Qiqi for Zhongli Mountain.

Qiqi is the last Qiqi in the "burning Qi", because it is far away from the death date, and people who are not close to each other usually ignore this day.So when Ling Xun returned to Qingping Mountain, he really didn't see anyone going to pay homage to Zhongli Mountain, which made Ling Xun think of "people take tea to cool down".However, he was also willing to be quiet, so he shunned others and went to talk to Zhongli and his wife by himself with incense sticks and paper money.

However, before reaching the tombs of Zhongli Mountain and Lingshu, Ling Xun smelled the smell of burning paper money. He couldn't help thinking, and found that the direction of the smell was not the Zhongli Mountain Cemetery, but a narrow mountain road next to him. go.

He was curious why someone would burn paper money there, so he followed the smell to find it, and suddenly realized that this day was not only Zhonglishan's "burning seven".

There was another person who also passed away on the same day as Zhong Lishan, but for some reason, this person's death seemed to be deliberately ignored by Qingping Mountain.

"Master, these are your favorite books. I'll sort them out and burn them for you today... Without my reminder, you should also pay attention when reading books below, take a rest on time, don't burn your eyes, or Remember to eat..."

Fan Cheng squatted beside a small unnamed grave, wiping tears while burning things, his voice choked up.

Ling Xun didn't disturb Fan Cheng, and watched from a distance for a long time, until he heard this, he sighed slowly and stepped forward.

"Who?!" Fan Cheng was very vigilant, stood up immediately, stepped on the fire with a few feet, and seemed very afraid of being discovered that he was secretly paying homage to Wu Qing.

In fact, Ling Xun's feelings towards Wu Qing are very complicated. On the one hand, he hates him to the bone. Without him, Qingping Mountain would not be breached overnight, and Zhongli Mountain would not be surrounded and desperate to save him.But on the other hand, Wu Qing is also a poor person, trapped by love, becoming crazy.

"The master... General... No, my lord..." Fan Cheng didn't know how to address Ling Xun for a while, as if he felt that any address was awkward.

"Just call me Feng Ye as before." Ling Xun didn't mind, and waved his hand to let Fan Cheng not be restrained.

Fan Cheng responded, then lowered his head and remained silent.

Ling Xun saw some bamboo slips and books piled up at Fan Cheng's feet.

Fan Cheng felt a little guilty, and hurriedly explained: "Master Feng, I didn't mean to worship my master! It's just that these books were often read by him when he was alive, and I think he must also want to read them underground..."

Seeing Fan Cheng's stammering, Ling Xun felt really uncomfortable, so he said, "Worshiping the dead is a common thing, why are you so nervous?"

However, Fan Cheng's eyes turned red, and he sniffled and said, "Everyone hates my master, saying that my master is collaborating with the enemy and wants to crush him. I still secretly collected his bones and buried him here. How dare people know that I am worshiping him?"

Ling Xun didn't know what to say, he really wanted to learn to be tolerant, and said "the dead are the greatest", but he couldn't do it, as long as he thought of Zhong Lishan, he couldn't let go of Wu Qing.

Seeing that Ling Xun didn't show much disgust, Fan Cheng boldly lit the fire again, squatted down and burned books for Wu Qing one by one, and said to Ling Xun: "No matter what others say, my master is actually My nature is not bad. If he hadn’t picked me up back then, I would have starved to death in the mountains. Master taught me how to read and read, and let me practice martial arts with the master. Master is very smart, and he can learn everything Yes, even the mysterious art of dunjia can be studied and understood. When I was a child, I often thought that it would be nice to spend a lifetime with my master and the master. Who knows, who knows Later, the head of the family married his wife..."

Having said that, Fan Cheng didn't go any further, probably because he was afraid that talking about Ling Shu would offend Ling Xun, but Ling Xun had already heard that Fan Cheng was probably on the sidelines when it came to Zhong Lishan's marriage. Wu Qing's side.

"Master Feng, can I ask you one thing?" After a long silence, Fan Cheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling Xun expectantly.

"what's up?"

"The head of the family and his wife have a very good relationship. My master couldn't ask for it before he was alive. Is it possible, can he be buried with the head of the family after his death?"

Ling Xun naturally knew that Fan Cheng's request was what Wu Qing had been asking for all his life, but he couldn't agree to it. He just picked up a book by Wu Qing at random and flipped through it in his hand instead of looking at Fan Cheng.

"Is it not possible?" Fan Cheng did not give up and continued to ask.

Ling Xun frowned slightly, put down the book in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Fan Cheng seriously, "Ah Cheng, do you think it's my intention to bury Brother Zhongli with my sister?"

Fan Cheng froze, staring at Ling Xun blankly.

"Brother Zhongli's last wish before he died was to be buried with his sister. He died for us, how can I live up to the will of the deceased?" Seeing Fan Cheng's silence, Ling Xun picked up another book casually, He glanced at Fan Cheng meaningfully: "Your master caused the current consequences precisely because he couldn't see clearly. There are too many things in the world that cannot be forced. Remember, don't be too obsessed and follow in the footsteps of your master. .”

Fan Cheng felt as if Ling Xun had given him a thorough look, and his face blushed suddenly.He adores his master, this secret has been hidden deep in his heart, could it be seen?But when he raised his head again, trying to catch a glimpse of Ling Xun's expression, he found that Ling Xun's face changed drastically, and he was flipping through a book in his hand hastily.

"Where did this book come from!" Ling Xun's voice suddenly became severe, which surprised Fan Cheng.

"Here, this is the Qimen Dunjia formula that Master asked someone to buy..."

Ling Xun quickly flipped through the book in his hand from beginning to end, the more he read it, the more his heart sank. Hearing that Fan Cheng said that the book was bought by someone, he couldn't help squinting his eyes, revealing a faint murderous intent.

"Trusted person? Who entrusted it? Where did you buy it?"

At this time, Fan Cheng also realized that there might be some problems with this book, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense. After thinking about it carefully for a long time, he said: "It seems that the shopkeeper Yue Qing was entrusted..."

"Fart!" Ling Xun yelled angrily, frightened Fan Cheng's words back, grabbed Fan Cheng's collar, and almost lifted him up, "If you dare to say a word, I will kill you!"

"It's true!" Fan Cheng was also terrified, and hurriedly said: "Do you still remember the bird-watching tea party held by Shopkeeper Yue? It was that day, Master got this book from Shopkeeper Yue!"